Life in the RNLI has been a bit manic lately so until yesterday I hadn't had a swim for around six days - not good when the final count down has begun to the river swim. It really played on my mind that I hadn't been able to practise and I started having visions of failure - not a word I like. I even dreamt that I was swimming across the river and it had got dark and people were pleading with me to stop and admit I couldn't make it! Oh lord, now I'm dreaming about a hobby/sport I had avoided until three years ago.
Anyway, after visits to the fantastic RNLI committee in Cheltenham (it's amazing that these groups manage to raise such vital funds for our charity given that they are no where near a lifeboat, a lifeguard or indeed the sea), a trip to London for the RNLI's AGM and Annual Presentation of Awards and then a drive to Sennen Cove, I at last got into the pool yesterday. The first ten lengths were horrid as I gasped, wheezed and spluttered my way back and forth and I began to think I would have to give up. Then suddenly I broke through the pain barrier and for a good hour I just ploughed up and down - it was just so good to clear my head of everything and just concentrate on breathing air and not water.
So I'm fairly calm, but tomorrow is another day and the one on which I shall experience sea swimming for the first time. What if I don't like it - or rather, it doesn't like me? Eeeek. Anyway listen to this ladies - I'm going in with an Iron Man called Alan. I haven't met him yet but I wonder if he realises what he's in for?
So here's to tomorrow and of course, Sunday. I'm off now to cook a roast and do what all slightly less serious athletes do, and drink some red wine - cheers!
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